Hey Johnny boy the sky is on fire,
and the nightlife of Paris is calling
There’s a young girl standing her eyes filled with desire
I’m not sure if its for you or for me
And the boys in the band there just hangin' around
seems like they've lost all inspiration
since I wrote down these words
and I sang them this song,
mainly at your instigation.
There’s no working class hero no street fightin' man
just rock and roll singers in rock and roll bands,
And times they been changing since time it began
And I can’t wait to make my first million
No I can’t wait to make my first million.
Hey Johnny boy when I think of the times
that we danced to the light of the moon
And we sat around singing political songs
and played our guitars out of tune
And we sang about glory we sang about life
we talked about things we would do
But all of those memories have come back to haunt me
There wasn’t a word of it true.
There’s no working class hero no street fightin' man
just rock and roll singers in rock and roll bands
And times they been changin' since time it began
And I can’t wait to make my first million
No I can’t wait to make my first million.
Hey Johnny boy I don’t mean to seem down
but I’m tired of the whole situation
For no body sings from the heart anymore,
there’s not many like us to be found
So I’ll keep on doing the things that I do
and write all the songs that I can
But I don’t mind confessing it does get depressing
When I hear the new kids in town.
For there’s no working class hero no street fightin’ man
Just rock and roll singers in rock and roll bands...
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